My Bed
There is no place as warm as my bed
In which lay fluffy pillows to comfort my head
It smells just like my mom's vanilla lotion
For some reason reminds me of blissful emotions
This bed is like heaven
Can't wait to sleep in it until seven
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.